Beware of the Ides of March

I thought of this blog to try to weave the many trials and tribulations of my existence into some kind of discernible fabric to gain meaning and direction from the paths of my past to the roads of the future.

So far, every aspect of my life has so many involved and confusing situations, layered on top of one another like a cake the size of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and ready to topple as well. Yet, through all the confused misunderstandings and sharp turns, and even some severe crashes that have been the turnpike of my life so far, I would not be ashamed if someone were to follow in my foot steps. I believe in the good of others and that I have contributed to the positive side of life in many ways. But I know I have much left to offer- and some ways not yet dreamed of to help others.

But right now, today- my life seems to be in such a shambles, and on the eve of destruction that I question my longevity on this earth- I have serious doubts about myself being able to continuously cope with all the many facets of life and its profound complexity and sometimes confusion. People have counseled me with the adage "God does not give us more than we can handle." To which I have answered them "WHY does God think I can handle all this??!"

That is why I entitled this web log "Imbroglio Appeal". Because just like when you see a horrendous wreck or pile up on the freeway, your first instinct is to stop and stare, to view even a tiny piece of the carnage in the wreck, brings us back to being people. Every one of us has that urge to be curious-hence the 'appeal' part of Imbroglio Appeal. You just cannot drive by a train wreck and not look- it's impossible. That is how you should view Imbroglio Appeal.


The ides of March is a time that continues to appeal, marked because that was the date that Julius Caesar was assassinated in the senate, in 44BC.

Its modern-day memory is thanks, like so many things, to Shakespeare's way with words.

In act one, scene two of Julius Caesar, Caesar asks a soothsayer what the future holds:
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me?I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musicCry "Caesar!" Speak. Caesar is turn'd to hear.Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.

It is also apropos to begin this little endeavor of Imbroglio Appeal in the Ides of March, for there is much to be aware of in this modern day world. So much can change in the blink of an eye, literally. March 15 was my father's birthday- and I heard the warning of beware of the Ides of March many a time while growing up. It is a warning that goes well heeded for there is always great treachery that besiege us in the March madness.

The Iraq War, or the invasion by America began on March 20th, 2003, just to give you an example of treachery that can happen when presidents go berserk during March Madness. Our grand children's children will probably still be trying to clean up after that madness.

Each piece of the weave in the fabric of my life will be dealt with in much more detail on the more casual blog of Brash, Rash & Trash. Here, on Imbroglio, I will try to blend the complexities that I face daily into a more nuanced funnel for interpretation. My own journey to center of meaning in my own life travels.

You wouldn't believe all the constant interuptions and the varied Situations that arose during the writing of this post. Eight emergency situations happened just this afternoon while I tried to write this blog debut. Welcome to my life.

Sheila